Here comes the sun
it must have been a long time
my eyes hurt
but it’s nice
freedom, mindblowing freedom
escaping the dullness of routines
of being stuck in between people ruled by their habits
same same same on and on numb
never sheding a single thought
a single doubt about what they do
or why
easy dullness
being stuffed with food from the labs
with emptiness from the TV-screen
the flashing colours and the noise covering the void.
It hurts to ask
„who am I?“
But only asking will take you away
from the zombies that haunt your empty hours
I am here
to be your wake-up call.

>>But hey, my dad works hard on self-destruction with alcohol and nicotine, by now also random driving, my mother is just a panopticon of personality disorders blended with neurotic traits, so why should I worry?<<